Sunday, December 23, 2012

Hockey Is Ours

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Wisdom is like rain; when it falls in dense torrents, it is the old tree that bears the brunt, gathers the drops of water within the leaves sprouting from its evergreen crown, enriches them with elements of love and touches of grace, and releases them to fall gently upon the heads of those who seek shelter below. I am no mighty oak. But I can tell you when the rain comes.